Disciples Of Funk Lyrics

It's time to put some bass in the bomb, baby
That's what I'm talking about
Hit me now!
And don't be so horny Horns
Fred, hit me!
Shake it
We're boppin' boogie woogie them
Bass, gettin' ready to roll
Bass, hit me now
Bass!
Jump up and boogie, baby
Dig it now
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Don't funk with my funk
Dig it to my Funkateers
Let me get your ears
If you want to hear a little old school
Would you come here
We got a place
Cause we're on the case
So come on down
Let's roll 'em in the Jungle Bass
I want some
Forget to suicide
I want the real job
Like in the Funk Mob
I want to pay some bills
Just have good thrills
And in the meanwhile
Let my mind just chilled Shake it!
We're boppin' boogie woogie them
Bass, gettin' ready to roll
Bass, hit me now
Dig it now
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Don't funk with my funk
My bass is exploding
It's the secretary of my louding
My missionary endeavor
Rock with you, oh wow
YABA-DABA-DOOZAY, baba
Dig it from another world
You're gonna get it, girls
I had a bad day
And then you want to play
You keep me wondering
If you're gonna be there any day
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
BOOOO!
In less than two years
In less than two years
In less than two years
Over sixty million believers have gived up the
funk
Green and brown dolls
Green and brown dolls

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